06-08-2009, 12:17 AM
She didn't know how she'd managed to find the building but the dyes and chemicals she'd found within were enough to keep her occupied. She'd never had a whim or want to change her own appearance but she knew that there were quite a few others who often thought of it or dabbled in the game. Firefly had grown up within the celtic clan and the workings of their priests and warriors. She'd learned the art of dyeing and tattooing at the hands of their priestess. Now all there was was the need to pass her arts onto the forms of those who wished it.
She'd loaded up a cart with a lot of new brilliant colors and agents to remove or change the appearance of fur or hair and was just getting ready to head back to the cabin when she caught sight of the tattoo parlor and piercing shop just down the block. Pulling the cart behind her she growled to herself and hoped that she would soon find another beast beside herself to pull the damn thing. It was far too much work and though it made it easier to get large quantities of things from one location to another she didn't think she was cut out to be the one doing all the work.
Dropping the handles of the cart outside the shop she peered into the window before pushing the door open to the keep. The hinges gave a loud groan as they finally gave way, she ignored the sounds as she pushed forward, the layer of dust that covered most things causing her nose to itch, though she just exhaled and walked to the front counter to peer down at the glass and metal workings beneath the glass.
She'd loaded up a cart with a lot of new brilliant colors and agents to remove or change the appearance of fur or hair and was just getting ready to head back to the cabin when she caught sight of the tattoo parlor and piercing shop just down the block. Pulling the cart behind her she growled to herself and hoped that she would soon find another beast beside herself to pull the damn thing. It was far too much work and though it made it easier to get large quantities of things from one location to another she didn't think she was cut out to be the one doing all the work.
Dropping the handles of the cart outside the shop she peered into the window before pushing the door open to the keep. The hinges gave a loud groan as they finally gave way, she ignored the sounds as she pushed forward, the layer of dust that covered most things causing her nose to itch, though she just exhaled and walked to the front counter to peer down at the glass and metal workings beneath the glass.